Best Unnoticed Poems
The world wants a torch
but I only wished to be a candlelight.
It gives dim light but will never scorch
Though it will never be a highlight
but it can be your hope tonight.
The world think highly of leader
but my eyes admire those who serve
Leaders may seems stronger
It is all because those who are willing to serve
Even if it will lead them to their grave
The world wants a raging water
But I only want to be in still
Does it even matter?
There is nothing more for me to fulfill
To become greater is what the world wants to instill.
By: Doris Jamoner - 01/28/2015
(Dedication: For Dr Ram Mehta.)
Morning light
Spreads divine psalm --
Touch of zest
By this stone bench
Sleeping cat purrs --
Feline dreamscapes
That old man sits alone
Strange neighbour --
Thoughtful wanderings
Sadness in shock:
Food court bankrupt --
Ghost town feeling
Dress fitting session
Bridal gowns, smart suits --
A lovely affair
Just because
You said so --
Let it be then
Brief excursion
Nowhere near --
Beyond conflict
Open agenda
This showpiece --
Mood swing construct
Cheer wears a face
Serious as glee;
Smiles punctuate
For many hours
This wait upon --
Something new perhaps
Meal time in-between
Lunch and dinner --
Not quite the same
Gifts freely given
Notice brisk gratitude --
Thoughtful intent
Style a smile
Wait a while --
Cheer now piles
Explore fringes
Curiosity peeks --
Discovery sublime
Leon Enriquez
05 June 2014
Singapore
. . The fragile thoughts of a poet bloom,
even when they seem to go
Unnoticed
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Authors Note:
~ Never be afraid to let your words soar ~
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I woke up one day
Unnoticed, unseen
The sparrows were chirping
Did not mind me between
I poked them gently
The sparrows got scared
Seeing them fly
I went mad
I ran out into the streets
Naked and free
Hurled pebbles on passersby
Watched them flee with glee
I felt like a king
In this blind men’s paradise
Shocking poor fellows at will
Making fun of their cries
I was shaken hard
By someone I could not see
I rubbed my eyes
Could see only darkness around me
It was my mother
She put me on her lap
Tears filled my eyes
As I went into recap
I wished my dreams were true
I could see the world go blind
Why O Lord,
You robbed away my sight
What was my fault,
You made me Blind
Why do others just remember
The bad things you do forever
One or two mistakes and you
Hear of them your lifetime through
But the good things you've accomplished
Seem to disappear and vanish
Without a trace of "good job"
Helping others is so hard
When you want to do what's right
But darkness covers up the light
Every time mistakes occur
Deeds of goodness are a blur
No thank you's for what you've done
Your kindness just goes undone
As your yelled at more and more
Your good faith walks out the door
Knocking to get right back in
When others need you once again
This roller coasters up and down
What is going to be found
Sweet voices to recognize
The times you have always tried
To help and be a team player
Or a mean voice that will slay ya
With harsh words that condenscend
When will this ride ever end
It's always a daily battle
Your nerves start to shake and rattle
With so much anticipation
Good times or bad aggravation
Will you be right on the top
Or take a fast and deep drop
To the bottom where you'll stay
Until you start to climb your way
Back out with one more good day
Where you want to always stay
THY EYES'
SAW FROZEN BEAUTY
STOOD LIKE THEE ANTARTIC
FROZEN TODAY
FELT YOR COLD HEART
LIKE MY SCULPTURE
UNNOTICE R'
YOU...
ME...
FALLOWED BY
LOVE OH
INVISIBALE IT SEEMS TO BE
INDEED SUCH RESILIANCE
STAY NO MORE
SAY NONE THE LESS
LOVE NOT ENOUGH
I sit here waiting for maybe a little appreciation,
I'm not asking for much just a little recognition,
from my fellow poets. I am the poem speaking to
you right now.
My writer has spent grueling hours creating, developing,
imagining, spelling, rhyming, punctuating, you get the
picture. Enormous effort not being recognized.
He is so excited to show me off. Wanting to share me
with everyone. Not one is commenting, I'm so sad. He's
so sad.
I sit here waiting patiently to hear from you. You
see, all this work doesn't mean anything, unless you
notice me, you show me love and appreciation.
I'm going crazy as I sit here waiting. Oh please won't
you take a peek at me. It's only a minute of your
valued time. Just one small comment will bring
joy to me and my writer.
I sit here in torment. All this effort making me
and no one is noticing. I feel for my writer he
almost feels like it's a wasted effort. Prove him wrong
poets, read me please
Hey wait a minute someone noticed me. Oh thank
you for taking the time to read me. Thank you so
much for your comment. I hope someone notices
your poem like you noticed me.
Michael Tor 9/16/2015
Comments mean so much to us poets.
Please show your appreciation and
spread the love with your thoughtful
comments. Thank you.
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Fractures of time…
Brandied words spoken…
Sweet ardor…
Flowing from her fingers
A master creating…
Elucidations…
That fiery love…
That still echoes within
Finitely endless moment…
Her enrapturing look…
Passions first touch…
The spark that was overlooked
Shards of past days…
Etched scars upon me…
Leaving your image eternal…
In the safety of my precious yesterdays
I sit and watch
Contentment seizes --
Magic happens
Pathways within
An unseen mind --
Manipulates madness
Logic questions sense
Molehill reservations --
Rapture says nothing
Re-discover pulse
In tired ways --
Let zest escalate
Time comes and goes
Breezy as the zephyr --
Cool tonic water
Opinions stacked
Feedback confronted --
Cynic attending
Islands apart
Sun-tan lotion --
SPF 100
Conflict and pain
Raw nerves mangled --
Sanguine refrains
Word for word
Not much to say --
Only haphazard itch
Cross road signage
Beware of traffic --
In all directions!
Wet market scene
Buying and selling --
Brisk business attends
Sometimes
Life consigns each --
Unnoticed dash
Good book
In small hands --
Reading preferred
Small talk
Short quirky lines --
Brief salvation
Change of mind
Strange affair --
Rites of passage
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2014
Singapore
I see
reflection
But is it
me
seeing
again
as if
the first time
we hadn't
made love
Or perhaps
we
were
in love
and not
out of
it
Pushing
it
between us
like
strangers
In its bunch is a branch structurally a twin to Rome
with seven Hills as the nomenclature of its creation.
In its Armpit it holds the granite city and Continent’s oil capital
while the twisted yew stays as the valve to its pumping existence,
while life within it is littered so red from Nature.
The uniqueness of a Unicorn’s awe
spread across the irrigation of exciting young thistles
flashes the dynamism of an influence quite marginalized.
History has visited its countryside
through the pioneering vehicle of the fire brigade.
Invention has become a landlord in its glory
with the accolades of the raincoat, television, telephone and penicillin.
This territory stands as a grade A to any modern society
that’s why its civilized thinking also manifests free water to all.
A glorious entity but just an attachment to an already adorable Kingdom
converts its light to a simple camouflage.
The weak sunlight struggles through the smoke from surrounding factories
Puddling on the patched asphalt excuse of roadways
Oozing like grey blood from the gaping rusted gates
To circle the lost huddle of trees in their curb side fortress
Robbed of leaves by the careless cold grasp of winter
Their stark forms leaning like bones from a wound in the earth
Shrouds of grimy unread newsprint clinging to grimy feet
Cartons from fast food take-aways like discarded confetti
Litter the skeletal thorn bushes struggling for life between
And there, a bundle of fur and stench reveals
The unnoticed resting place of some unwanted pet.
Unnoticed my being grows
Amidst a crowd of crows
Your eyes see me not
That's the greatest blot
Let me remind you of my faithfulness
My journey from being to nothingness
The fault is not yours
Wisdom is not in weak souls
In your company lots of fools appear
It is high time for me to disappear
All that glitters is not gold
Unfortunately about this you were not told
It was a bright day—
I was walking down the street
when I saw him.
Headphones on,
a smile resting easy on his face—
as if even the smile
was drawn to him.
He walked past me
like I wasn’t there.
But I froze,
turned back…
and giggled.
They nod, rarely shout
Silence is preferred,
Noise produced only when necessary.
Blind by choice,
Deaf by accident.
Intelligent on special occasions,
Usually mundane and somewhat obtuse.
Their characteristics shine in dark.
They alone stand,
Gathering is necessary evil.
Goodness is their way.
Intoxicated in passion
Few live arid.
They sing when communicating
and whisper only in dreams.
You meet them everywhere,
Yet unnoticed they live.